A "battle" of Cocs

1. THE CHALLENGE

When I entered the 'Yum Yum Club' I saw her sitting at the bar, a young woman with half-long blonde hair, a beautiful face and a gorgeous body. She wore a short skirt with a slit that showed two long shapely naked legs and the contours of a pair of firm buttocks. A low-cut little top let her pierced belly button free and the upper part of her full breasts. She wore no bra and her taut nipples stood out against the fabric. "My god, what a piece she is," I thought and my throat got dry.

As I passed she looked at me and smiled. I took a seat at the opposite side of the U-shaped counter, where I had a good view of her. Our eyes met and she smiled again. I ordered a beer and asked the barman to offer her a drink. He spoke to her whereupon she replied, shaking her head.

Then he returned to me. "The lady is waiting for her boyfriend, who may be here any moment. She regrets she can't accept your offer, but thanks you anyway."

I looked at her and she looked back with an apologizing expression on her face.

The 'Yum Yum Club' is what we in Holland call a 'brown' place, with wooden panelling and furniture, which creates an atmosphere of intimacy, cosiness and snugness.

It's a night club (adults only!) and every month, beginning on Friday, they have a new, mostly very daring floor show. I like those shows very much and, as it was the first Friday of the month, I was curious about this month's program.

Last month, June, there was that beautiful redhead. First she stripped until she was totally nude. After that she went backwards on hands and feet, opened her legs and gave us a good sight of her nice, shaved pussy. Then, oh my, her pussy lips parted and a white ping-pong ball popped out of her vagina and bounced on the floor.

Applause ... and two more balls popped out. Wow!

After that she lay down on her back, opened her legs again and put a cigarette between her pussy lips, which she lighted. I saw the tip of the cigarette glow as she inhaled. She removed the cigarette and a blew cloud of smoke out of her pussy. This she repeated several times.

Big applause ... and a last ping-pong ball shot out, at least six feet wide.

The audience went out of their minds...

A few months before there was the act of a naked man with an enormous penis, brought to erection by a ravishing nude young woman.

I had never seen such a huge cock before. It measured at least 12 inches. You should have seen the expression of awe on the face of the women in the audience, involuntarily biting and licking their lips.

"Such a giant cock inside my pussy, wow," you saw them imagining.

And thinking of my own 7 inches, which is not too bad - is it? - I felt like Tiny Tim.

Then the woman wound a chain around his genitals, whereupon he lifted weights with his upright member.

Between the lifting she kept his cock in good shape by stroking and sucking it from time to time and tickling his balls.

At last he lifted bucket full of water, at least 20 pounds, and walked around with it, unbelievable!

I didn't have to wait very long before the performers of this night were introduced, the O'Hara Sisters. They were very attractive identical twins, both with long auburn hair.

They sang Irish songs, most in Gaelic, while one of them played on a little harp. They had very beautiful voices and everybody was enchanted.

While singing they casually removed their dresses and went on singing in bra, G-string and girdle with long stockings and high heels.

Then they removed their bras, showing two pairs of perfect full breasts with taut pink nipples.

After that, they stepped out of their shoes, loosened their stockings, stepped out of their girdles and rolled their stockings down.

They put their shoes on again and sang and played further as if everything was quite normal.

Finally they stepped for the second time out of their shoes.

They took their strings off, showing a pair of lovely shaven pussies under a tuft of pubic hair, and put their shoes on again. Totally nude and completely at ease, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, they kept singing their beautiful songs, walking through the public.

And the audience was ravished. You could have heard a pin drop. It was not just sexy, it was sheer beauty too!

Wow, this was good!

When the performance was over, I looked at the blonde woman at the opposite side of the bar. I saw she was still without company. Impatiently she glanced at her watch, took a cellular phone from her purse and made a call.

Apparently nobody answered. She put her phone back and looked at her watch again. Visibly annoyed, she drummed with her fingers on the counter.

I beckoned the barman and asked him to offer her a drink again. This time she accepted a martini dry, which she lifted by way of a toast, smiling at me.

Ten minutes later, after she had finished her cocktail, she stood up and talked to Frans, the club's owner, who nodded and took the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, pointing at the woman, "we have a surprise for you. This charming young lady has volunteered to strip for you. Give her a big applause!"

Everybody clapped and cheered.

"She will introduce herself," he added and gave her the microphone.

"Hi, folks, I'm Stella. I'm not a professional stripper and I have never done this before in public, but it is something I've always wanted to. I like my body and I hope you'll like it as well. Can I have some nice music, please?"

She went on the little stage and when the music started she began to dance with slow sensual movements. She was very supple and lithe and moved gracefully, with great ease, showing off all the female curves of her body. Everybody was under the spell of her beauty and sexiness.

After a while she took the microphone again. "Ooh, I'm so hot. I have to take off some clothes. You don't mind, guys, do you?"

Great hilarity. "No, take them all off!"

She unbuttoned her skirt and dropped it on the floor. She wore a tiny red-and-black string that only covered her pubic region. As I saw her nice round buttocks, my cock began to stir.

"Oh, my god, what an ass!," I thought and I imagined myself in my bed with her.

Then she unbuttoned her top, opened it slowly and threw it on the floor, revealing a pair of beautiful firm breasts with nice pink nipples.

The audience applauded and she smiled.

"You like my body?" she asked, putting her hands behind her head to show the full splendour of her breasts.

"Yes," everybody shouted. "We want more, we want more. Show your pussy, girl. We want to see your pussy!"

"Mm, you want more? Well, to be honest, so do I."

She brushed a hand past her genitals and put a finger in her mouth, moving it in and out.

"Oh, my little twat is so hot. It's yearning for a good hard cock. Is there a nice cock in the audience?"

Everybody laughed and shouted: "Pussy, pussy."

"You, honey," she asked one of the men in front of her, "do you have a good cock? I'm so in need for a good hard cock."

The man grinned, somewhat embarrassed, but did not answer.

"Okay, guys," she said loudly. "I need a man for tonight. Is there anyone here who would like to go to bed with me?"

All of a sudden everybody was silent. Did she mean it? Was she serious?

Then someone shouted: "Yeah, me."

"No, me," called another.

"Me, take me," I cried.

An enormous tumult broke loose.

"Okay, okay, guys, I can't have you all in one night, but I have a nice idea. I'll choose one of you: the man whose cock I like best! So let's hold a contest, a cock contest, with me as the prize. How about that?"

Applause and cheers.

"All right. Will all able young man with a good and healthy cock, who want to share my bed with me tonight, step forward, please."

With eight other men I stepped forward, my heart beating wildly.

"Mm, nine," she said. "Can we have one more candidate to make it ten? Ten would be a nice number to choose from."

"My friend here," a young, pretty woman shouted, "but only if I may join the party."

Everybody laughed.

"Nothing against a threesome, darling, so come forward, please" Stella answered, and the tenth man joined us with his girl fiend.

Stella looked at us, licked her lips, caressed her breasts and put her hand in her G-string, fingering her pussy.

"Oh, you are all so handsome. The thought of having sex with one of you is already wetting me. Oh boys! But let us first set out the rules of the game, okay?"

She waited a few seconds, looking meaningful, and went on.

"First I want you to strip one by one on the stage, so that all of us can see what you have in store."

Applause and cheers.

"However," she continued, "it is not allowed to touch your jewels. I want to see what your cock is capable of without any help. Will it get hard? How big will it be, what shape will it have? Will it stand up, point forward, downward?"

The ladies in the audience laughed and yelled. They understood they would have a jolly good time.

"The biggest is not necessarily the best and most beautiful," Stella went on. "Your member, gentlemen, has to be nice to see and well in proportion to your testicles and to the rest of your body."

She paused a moment.

"And moreover, to satisfy a woman, a good cock has to function well according to its purpose. So it is important it gets hard pretty soon and has some endurance. It shouldn't cum prematurely and stay hard for a considerable time. The longer the better. Any questions?"

There was some murmur in the audience.

"Yeah," one of the contestants finally said, "how about you, what will you do to me? I would like to know what I'm up to. I don't want to be everybody's laughing-stock."

"Oh, don't be afraid, honey. You can trust me, and, besides, you can any time ... withdraw."

I laughed to myself at the pun, that nobody else seemed to have grasped. She must have noticed, because looked mischievously at me. I winked secretly.

Oh my goodness, what a nice bit of stuff, what a pretty face, what a delicious pair of knockers, what a sexy tight little ass! Flashes of desire went through my restless cock.

"More questions? No? Everyone still in the race? Yes? Okay, let us start our little contest, shall we. Music please."

2. THE RIVALS

The tension in the bar room was palpable. The ladies in the audience were invited to take place near the podium, where they would have a good view of the performance. Their happy faces expressed fun and excited anticipation.

As for me, I felt a lump in my throat. How would it be to strip and expose myself in public? How would my cock perform, with all those critical eyes focused on it? I know I am rather well hung and I am proud of my rod. When erect, it looks very good, my balls shaved and my pubic hair trimmed. Women use to be fascinated by it, but would it get hard before all those people and stay erect long enough without my touching?

I must confess I felt pretty nervous and uncertain. My only consolation was that most of my fellow contestants, judging from the expression on their faces, felt the same way.

As the music started Stella asked: "Who will be the first? Nobody? Don't be shy. You honey, will you come forward, introduce yourself - name and age - and strip for us?"

The addressed was a stocky man of medium height, with dark hair and brown eyes. When he got on the podium the audience applauded and cheered, which encouraged him visibly.

The 'battle of cocks' had begun and the first 'warrior' had entered the arena!

"Hi, I am Anton," he said, "and I am 39." With a broad grin on his face he began to dance.

He really was a funny guy. He wiggled his ass, blinked lewdly and blew kisses to the ladies. Everybody laughed. Under applause he removed piece after piece of his clothing, until he wore only a pair of tight underpants, his erection outlined against the fabric.

Slowly, very slowly he pulled his pants downward, showing a dense shock of pubic hair and the root of his cock, that was standing out now like a tent pole. Gradually more of his member was to be seen until it finally jumped free. Quickly the man stepped out of his pants and with the pose of a body builder, which definitely he wasn't, he showed himself to the public. His genitals were not large but well shaped, but from his balls as well as from the shaft of his cock sprouted long dark hairs.

A flaw, in my opinion, though a small one. Especially the women, however, apparently seemed to appreciate what they saw and gave him a loud ovation.

Stella knelt before the man and scrutinized his cock. She ran her fingers along its shaft and cupped his balls in her hand, weighing them.

"Mm, not bad ... you may wait here," she said, standing up and indicating a stool near the stage. "The next will be ... you, please."

The second candidate came on the podium and introduced himself as Nico, 28 years old. He was long, slim and blonde, with a nice and attractive smile. With great expectations everybody shouted and applauded when he started. It turned out he couldn't dance at all. His movements were clumsy, with no sense of rhythm, but the public didn't mind and encouraged him enthusiastically. Staring like hypnotized at Stella's breasts he undressed until he wore only his underwear. At that moment the audience started to shout in awe: the head of his cock peeped trough a leg of his boxer shorts. Ooh, he ought to have a very long one!

This turned out to be the case. His erection was at least 8 inches, but, alas, very strangely shaped. It was crooked and hung down with its tip slightly turned upward, more or less like an elephant's trunk. His balls were downy and rather small.

All in all his cock was an impressive specimen, but not what Keats would have meant by 'a thing of beauty', let alone 'a joy for ever'.

Some people even booed and whistled, which was not appreciated by Stella, who cast a severe and reproaching glance at them.

"Let's stay nice and civil, okay? Not everybody has the courage this man showed."

Apologizing she looked at the candidate. "You really are a cutie, honestly, but sorry, your tools, mm, how shall I explain ..."

"No need. It was fun to strip, but I'll back out, if you don't mind."

"You are a good sport, honey," Stella said and kissed him on the lips. "Give him a big applause, guys." Which he got.

"The next one will be you, my dear." Stella pointed at me.

My heart thumped against my breastbone as I came forward and climbed on the podium. I looked at her and let my eyes wander over her almost naked body, so close to me now. Oh, my god, how much I wanted this woman! I felt my cock get rigid again and tingle with sexual need.

Then I glanced at the women watching near the podium. Many of them were young and really attractive. All of a sudden the idea of exposing myself thrilled me more than I would have expected. My cock became rock hard. Was I an exhibitionist after all? I didn't give a damn.

Without exaggerating I can say I am a very good and expert dancer, especially free style. I've even won some medals in my younger years, together with my female dancing partner. Furthermore I was in a perfect physical shape. Good muscles, flat stomach and no superfluous fat. So I felt I might show the ladies something they would remind!

"Tell us who you are, honey."

"Hi everybody, my name is Harry, I'm 32 and I love to strip for you."

Nice suitable music came from the speakers. Quickly I took my jacket off and removed my shoes and socks: I prefer to dance barefoot.

The secret of a good striptease is not nakedness itself, but the art of undressing, combined with sexually suggestive movements. An essential part of it is the slowness of uncovering the parts of your body the spectators are most eager to see.

Applying these rules, I intended to drive the audience in front of me crazy with desire to see more and more.

First of all I showed them how supple and flexible I was and how well I could dance. While I moved I kept my eyes on the women before me, seeking eye contact and giving everyone of them the impression I danced for her personally.

I loosened my tie a bit, got it out of my collar and I tightened it round my neck again. Slowly I pulled my shirt out of my pants and started to unbutton, taking care not to show what was underneath. I turned my back to the audience, opened my shirt and made another half turn, showing them ... my undershirt.

I lingered a while before I bared one sinewy shoulder, then the other. After that I dropped my shirt and flexed my biceps. The women were fascinated and started to shout. When I made some thrusting movements with my pelvis, suggesting I might fuck them, they went out of their minds.

As for Stella, I saw her nipples harden. "She likes it," I thought.

I danced for some time, before I pulled my undershirt over my head and showed my naked muscular chest.

Looks of admiration, big applause and shouting.

My hands went to the clasp of my belt ...

The screaming and yelling of the women became deafening. They got completely wild, jumped on their seats, stamped, clapped, waved their arms, went through their hairs. Oh, my!

My hands let go of my belt again ...

General protest. "No, no, go on, go on!"

I made an indulging gesture, unbuckled my belt and took it off. Then I touched my zipper ... Madhouse again!

First I did as if my zip-fastener was stuck. Then I pulled it slowly down and opened my pants, showing them the promising bulge in my shorts.

"Aaaah!" Some women involuntarily squeezed their breasts, pinched their nipples and rubbed their thighs together. I wondered, how many of them would be sopping wet already. Most of them, probably.

After some time I dropped my pants and stepped out of them. I flexed my muscles again and made a series of suggesting fuck movements. Oh dear!

"More, more!" everyone shouted, and big "YES!" as I took the brim of my shorts in both hands.

With little movements I pulled them down and finally dropped them, showing ... not my naked genitals, but the semi-transparent G-string I was wearing underneath. My erection was at its maximum and filled it completely.

Hell broke loose. One of the women got so beside herself that she pulled her shirt over her head, unhooked her bra and showed me her bare breasts. "If you don't win this game, you can have me," was written all over her face.

Three other women followed and bared their breasts too. Oh my!

As for our delectable Stella, she licked her lips while she looked at me, and I saw a wet spot appear on her tiny string ... Not bad, not bad at all ...

Finally I unclipped my string and let it go. It stayed hung on my penis, but I made a pirouette and it flew in the direction of one of the bare breasted women, who caught it mid-air and put it to her nose, sniffing with an expression of utmost delight.

Ear-splitting yelling and applause.

Nude, except for my tie (you are a gentleman or you aren't), I showed the audience my erection. I tightened my stomach muscles and my cock stood proudly upright like a totem pole. Looking at all those enthusiastic faces I felt very confident. My performance had been a roaring success. So far, so good.

Stella took the microphone. "This was a very nice performance, dear, and as for your cock ... let me see it at close quarters ..."

She knelt on one knee, caressed my balls and ran her fingers up and down my cock, verifying its hardness by pinching it several times. Flashes of pleasure went through the object of her inquiry.

"Hm, all right. You may wait and sit over there." Stella stood up and took me by my tie. Like a doggie she guided me to my seat, looking teasingly at me.

Everybody laughed.

"Who is next? You first and then your girlfriend, okay?"

"Oh my, do I have to strip too?" the girl asked. "I thought it was only the boys."